Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

As soon as Fang Xiang thought of this idea, he shook his head.

Speaking of which, now that I'm back in Beijing, should I go see Director Yin?

I have already eaten the girl, so no matter what, I have to give an explanation, right?

Thinking of this, he drove back to his own yard.

He entered the main room, picked up the phone and called Mr. Zhang from the First Ministry of Machine Building.

"Mr. Zhang, I want to ask you something."

"You said."

"The director of the Civil Machinery Bureau of the First Ministry of Machine Building, Director Yin, do you still remember him?"

"what happened?"

"Where is he now? I want to go see him."

Fang Xiang held the phone, feeling somewhat nervous. He had not dealt with Mr. Zhang from the First Ministry of Machine Building very often.

I don't know whether others will give him this face.

"He is unemployed at home.

What made you want to go see him?"

Mr. Zhang's tone didn't sound as calm as before, but that was normal, as things seemed to be unsettled within the First Ministry of Machine Building.

"He helped me a lot in the past. Now that he's back in Beijing, I should definitely go and take a look."

Fang wanted to find a plausible excuse.

"He has something on his mind right now. If you can avoid going, it's best not to go."

What Mr. Zhang said is very clear.

"I still want to take a look. Can you give me an address?"

Fang Xiang pursed his lips and insisted.

"Okay, then remember this..."

Mr. Zhang directly told the location of the First Ministry of Machine Building’s staff housing compound.

Then, hung up the phone.

Fang Xiang looked at the address written on the paper and felt a little confused.

I can still live at home, so there shouldn’t be any big problems, right?

Why did it sound like he was about to go in during the call?

Seeing that it was still early, he drove quickly to the location on the address.

When they arrived at the gate of the First Ministry of Machine Building's staff quarters, there was a group of guys about Fang Xiang's age at the gate.

Wearing a green military uniform and a red belt, he was sitting at the gate smoking and chatting loudly.

"This is a pass from the First Ministry of Machinery Industry. I'm going to look for someone inside."

Fang Xiang pointed to the pass in front of the car window and said to a young man who looked about his age.

"Your car is pretty good. Which department is it from? Do you have a license?"

The young man, with a cigarette in his mouth and a frivolous look on his face, leaned on the window of the jeep and looked at Fang Xiang.

"Is this okay?"

Fang Xiang looked at the young man with a stern face and almost spit the cigarette in his mouth onto his own face.

Then he looked at the other young men who were surrounding his car, all looking at him meaningfully.

He pulled out the P320 from his pocket (space) and waved it in front of the young man.

"Fuck!"

The young man immediately jumped back three feet as if he had seen a ghost.

"Let them go! Let them go!"

He looked at the smiling Fang Xiang with some fear on his face and shouted at the other people.

"Thank you!"

Fang wanted to put away the P320 and waved to the young men.

So he drove into the compound.

Once you enter the compound, you'll see three- or four-story old-style red-brick residential buildings.

The doorway and windows are small, and there are few people on the road in the yard.

Looking at the building number painted in white on the upper floor, I found my location and stopped at the door of the unit.

I took some food and drinks from the car and carried them up to the third floor.

After looking at the wooden sign with the house number on it, Fang Xiang knocked on the door.

"I'm coming."

There was a knock on the door and a familiar voice rang out in the room.

“Squeak…”

As the door opened, Fang Xiang saw Director Yin, whom he had not seen for a long time.

He was less than fifty years old and looked quite high-spirited.

Now his hair has suddenly turned white and he seems to have lost his energy and spirit.

"Xiao Fang? Oh no, Mr. Fang, why are you here?"

Director Yin looked at Fang Xiang in surprise, looked him up and down, and his eyes stopped on the thing he was holding in his hand.

"Why, you don't welcome me in to sit down?"

Fang Xiang smiled and made a joke.

"Welcome, of course you're welcome. Come in and take a seat."

Director Yin made way and welcomed Fang Xiang in.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Xiang smelled a strange smell.

Looking at the furnishings in the room, Fang Xiang almost thought that Director Yin’s house had been robbed.

The furniture that looked very complete was now broken or rotten.

Even the windows and the light bulbs hanging on the roof were shattered into pieces.

Looking at the tables, chairs and benches, almost none of them are intact.

It was obvious that this was a violent attack.

Looking at Director Yin again, not only are there some scars on his face, but his clothes are also torn.

"I'm sorry, there are some...

Please forgive me..."

Director Yin rubbed his hands, pulled over a relatively clean cloth cushion, and spread it on the wooden sofa.

"I'll get you some water."

After seeing Fang Xiang sit down, Director Yin seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly turned around to go to the kitchen.

"Don't bother, we are family, there is no need to be so formal.

This time I'm returning to Beijing, I came to see you on my way there.

I didn’t expect your current situation to be so difficult...”

Fang wanted to speak up and stop Director Yin, looking at the mess in the room.

I know very well what kind of treatment Director Yin has suffered.

But this is the situation now, Director Yin’s home is probably still okay.

There are many more outrageous things that cannot be mentioned.

"It's okay... It's okay..."

Looking at Director Yin, who was once full of vigor and high spirits and successful in middle age.

Now, in front of him, he looked so timid and cautious, which made Fang feel sad.

"Are you alone at home?"

"Yes, before, it was just Qingqiu and I who lived together.

Now Qingqiu has gone to Luoyi, and I am the only one left."

Director Yin didn't know what to say to Fang Xiang, and he just casually brought up the topic, as if he didn't think anything of it.

Instead, he suddenly and rudely took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from the net bag that Fang Xiang had placed on the table.

After opening it, he pulled out one.

"Is there a fire?"

Director Yin was holding a cigarette in his hand and looking at Ye Fangxiang.

"have..."

Fang wanted to take out a match and light it for Director Yin.

"Are you alone at home now?"

Fang Xiang didn't know about Director Yin's family situation.

Yin Qingqiu never told him that either.

“My wife fell ill early in life and passed away.

My eldest son joined the army, went to the peninsula, and died.

Now, it’s just Qingqiu and I, relying on each other.

By the way, is Qingqiu doing well in Luoyi?"

Director Yin took a few puffs of his cigarette, slowly regained his composure, and looked like he was chatting about his daily life.

As he was talking, he started asking about Yin Qingqiu.

“Fortunately, I also arranged a job and accommodation for her.

But she’s not too willing to go now . . . ”

Fang Xiang was a little hesitant, wondering whether he should tell Yin Qingqiu that he and Yin Qingqiu were already living together.

“That’s good, that’s good.

That girl, her heart has always been with you in the past two years.

I know exactly what the situation is on your side.

As a father, I have a lot to say, but I can't say too much.

Qingqiu is also a grown-up girl, and she has her own ideas.

She also has her own path to take, and I can't stop her, so why should I try to stop her?

You think so? "

The smile on Director Yin's face seemed a little forced.

The look he gave Fang Xiang was also quite complicated.

As a man and a father, he definitely knows his daughter best.

He even guessed that Yin Qingqiu and Fang Xiang already had a substantial relationship.

But the words cannot be spoken out loud. They can only be said in a way that both parties can understand.

"Have you ever considered changing your environment?"

Fang Xiang naturally understood what Director Yin said and pondered for a moment.

He looked up at Director Yin and asked.